Showing posts with label Teaching. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Teaching. Show all posts

Monday, March 30, 2015

Never too late

Except when it is.  Boom. Logic drop. That's all I wanted to say.
Nah, I'm clearly kidding. Tomorrow starts the MCAS testing window so obviously I had to at least get in a little bit of blogging.  Even though this has nothing to do with MCAS. Except for the fact that I hate how much of my job is determined by a test that has to be taken by kids who don't speak or read fluent English, have major home issues, and sometimes just don't know how to read at the appropriate grade level.  But that's been a topic of discussion for years already and I don't see it changing anytime soon, so really, what point is there in complaining. Instead, here's a recap of my weekend.
I sat through the first time home buyers class so I could get the certificate needed to process the loan.  The class was ultra boring because it covered all the parts that we've already done.  It's hard to say if it would have been helpful in the beginning, because now I don't know what I knew from before and what I learned during the process.  But, I went and got the certificate, so hopefully everything's fine and we'll be moving next weekend.  Which, if that is the case, means we need to get packing.  However, we have friends coming in for this weekend, so it looks like the packing is going to get done at the last minute the week of the closing.  Ah well, it's not like we haven't moved before. Plus, we can come back and get stuff whenever, it doesn't have to all be taken right now, so that's making it a bit easier. I would like to go order a new bed for delivery by the time we move, but I think we're going to wait.
Aside from the house activities, track is going well.  Today we did hill repeats.  Right now my main goal is to get the girls to be faster at their miles.  I'm not entirely sure what a good mile time is for a high school female, but I'm fairy certain it's lower than an 8:30 minute mile.  Part of me thinks it would be a good idea to offer a reward to anyone who can beat my fastest mile time, which right now is a 7:10. But, what to reward? Also, I don't want to push the girls too hard.  After all, I know what my body is capable of handling during a run, but that doesn't mean that a teenage girl will have the same capabilities.  Especially if she isn't in top shape or hasn't been working out consistently.  For now I'm sticking to hill repeats and sprint intervals, with leg workouts mixed in. Then, of course, we do a core workout for the last 10 minutes or so of practice. But it's been really fun.  Maybe I should have been a track coach or a gym teacher all along.  Except I probably don't want to do that forever.  Even though it would be nice to just workout all day and get paid for it.  I thought by this age you were supposed to know what you wanted to do with your life. How come I still feel like I have no idea if I'm in the right grade, position, subject etc? Where's the easy answer button here? Seriously, who are these people that have it all together and figured out?  Sometimes I think I do, but then I change my mind.  Maybe someday I'll actually have it together....
And now, a picture of whatever I have in my phone.

Nala. Good enough.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Snow place like home

Whooooeee it has been a long week or two.  Honestly, the days have all but blended together with all the snowstorms and school cancellations.  February has never seemed shorter, and that's saying a lot, since it's already the shortest month!  Seriously though, if the snow could quit, I'd be a little bit happier.  There's pretty much no place left to walk, park, or drive if another car is coming at you.  It's getting out of hand.  Yet, we are intrepid, we carry on.  What else can you do, with all this snow around and talk of another storm or two heading this way? The good news is, it's almost February vacation.  The bad news is, it's almost February vacation.  I make this next statement with the knowledge that teachers in the state of Massachusetts will be calling for my head, but it's about time we did away with February vacation.  Let's be honest, we just got back from Winter Break, and with the SEVEN snow days we've had in the past 15 days, this vacation is a bit of a joke.  What the students could really use is 5 more days of work.  Besides, we're one of the only states that still has this vacation hanging about.  I say scrap it, start school earlier than the Wednesday before Labor Day, and use March for Spring break.  It would solve SO many problems. But, who am I to change things?  Alright, aside from the snow days, there's no where to run, so I've been spending a lot of quality time with the treadmill.  I don't love it.  Also due to the snow, I missed 4 days of being able to workout.  I know, that's insane! At this point though I've made it up and I feel like I'm back on track.  Wouldn't you know it, that means I'm getting a cold.  I can feel it coming on.  My nose is stuffy/runny, my eyes are itchy, and things hurt.  Fantastic.  Nothing like a good cold to start vacation. Since I don't have a new goal in the near future, I decided to work towards upping my punches at boxing.  I started low today with a total of just over 3000 punches. My goal is to try and add on at least 100 more punches each week.  I only need to track one day, but I might track all and just pick my best.  Except Sunday's because that's a 12 round class and that would feel like cheating.
Completely out of the realm of working out, but back on the snow day thing, I made one final pair of shoes a couple of weeks ago.  I went Little Mermaid themed, just to see how it worked out,  They came out alright, but I'm not sure I love them.  However, I did want to try and fix the paint chipping problem I had on the first pair.  The paint on the rubber part of the sole chipped off as they were worn around, so I wanted to try and fix that.  I saw a trick online that if you sand the rubber with fine grain sandpaper it makes the paint more likely to absorb into the rubber, so I tried that.  It looks like the paint held up a bit better, but still chipped off in places.  At this point, I'm beginning to think it's the sealant that's chipping it off, not the actual paint.  Anyways, I'll add a picture of those in a minute.  Finally, the students at my school are number one in the city for the math program we've been doing.  Yes, that's right, number one! We're third in the state, and in the top 100 in the nation! There are some days when I feel like I'm doing a real bad job teaching, but learning this made me feel like I must be doing something right.  I'm very proud of the school and I love being able to brag about the students.  Tomorrow they're getting a special award from the school committee, which is very exciting.  So, that's it, snow city in a nutshell. Enjoy the pictures!

Punch counters

Icicles and ice dams 

Way to go Tracy School!




















Snow pile...it's gotten a lot bigger since this picture

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Being a teacher

Today I'm taking a step away from writing about running to cover something that might be more important.  At least, in my world it is, because my entire livelihood could very well come down to this.  For those of you that have no idea how to become a teacher, let me assure you that it is not an easy process. First, you go to college and major in Education and another subject.  Because for some reason, you can't just major in education. At least, that's how it was where I went.  Assuming you choose that path, you attend your education classes, your regular classes, attempt to get a part time job, make friends, and join clubs.  Eventually, if you stick with it, you realize that in your junior year, you have to start doing field studies.  These little programs are exactly what the name sounds like.  At my school, you got sent into a school to observe/help out.  You still have to take your classes and write your papers, but now you also have to pass the MTEL.  Plus, prepare yourself for graduating the next year and figure out how to get a job. Unfortunately, you can't finish college unless you pass the MTEL.  According to most schools, you won't learn enough in your education classes to be able to pass the MTEL until at least the end of Sophomore year, so you really shouldn't try to take it before then.  And of course there's not just one test, but at least 4, depending on your concentration.  Everyone has to take the Communications and Literacy tests.  Then if you want to go into elementary education, you also have to take Foundations of Reading, General Curriculum, and General Curriculum math.  Keep in mind, each of these tests costs upwards of $100, a fee that must be repaid every time you take the test, if you can't pass it the first time around.  Remember, this is just for an undergraduate degree.  So, assuming you manage to make it through all of this, then you have to go find yourself a job, in a school.  Of course, most schools want experience, so you better hope you were on the sub list while you were in school, so you can add that to your resume.
Are you still with me? I know it's a lot to follow, but it's very important that you realize what goes on in the general life of a student studying to be a teacher.  By this point, IF you've passed all your tests, managed to sub, graduate college, and get a job, you're almost a quarter of the the way to being a teacher.  Most cities now want more than a license in Elementary Education at this point.  If you're not licensed in Special Education or English as a Second Language, you'd be hard pressed to even find a teaching job in the first place.  But in order to get a license in ESL you need to take yet another test, cover more practicum hours in the field, and take a few more classes to cover the requirements.  Same for Special Education, minus the extra test.  After all that, you get your initial teaching license.  A handy document good for five years of employment.  Once those five years are up, you have to have a Masters degree in an approved field, a certain amount of mentoring hours, and enough professional development to prove that you're working at being a good teacher.  Guess who pays for that Master's degree.  Here's a hint; most places don't offer tuition reimbursement. On top of all that, you have to manage the class, write and teach the lessons, meet with the parents, attend after school events, join committees, and make sure that your students can pass the state tests.  While doing all of this, you have to collect evidence that you're doing it, keep it in a nice binder for the state to check if necessary, and come up with SMART goals for yourself and your students.  Goals that have to be met by the end of the year.
Still with me?  Sound like a lot of work?  Good thing we have those summers off.  But you know what, even with all that, people still want to be teachers.  We still went out and got our licenses, created our binders, wrote our goals, and worked hard to be the best we can be. Unfortunately, it still seems like it's just not enough.  Now the state wants to tie the student test scores into our licensing.  In the most basic sense, that means that if the students fail to meet the state set goals, the teacher loses his/her license to teach. PERMANENTLY.  Imagine everything you've worked at for the past 5, 10, 20 or more years just ripped away because a state test said your students didn't succeed.  Can you imagine what would happen to the medical field if we took away a doctor's license to practice because a patient died from cancer.  What if we fired all construction workers and barred them for building anything ever again because a tornado ripped up a house?  You would never find that stipulation in a workers contract, and yet the Department of Education wants to put it in ours.
Yet the hardest part of all of this is the outside factors that the DESE could not possibly consider when judging the classroom test scores.  You don't know us and you don't know our children. You don't know that the 10 year old boy who misses school at least once a week and sleeps when he does show up, is being left home alone at night to care for his little brother and doesn't know where his mother is sometimes.  Of course his test score is low, his poor mind is taken up with so much stress and panic that you couldn't even begin to understand.  The last thing he cares about is what X equals.  His test scores won't tell you that he was trying to make an effort to come to school this year, because he finally understood that someone cares about him there.  You didn't see his face light up when he learned that there is a place called art school, and his doodles in his notebook could be turned into something great in 10 years, if only he can make it that long. Nothing you can test him on will show any of this.  All you'll see is that he didn't meet the score you wanted him too.
You don't know that the little girl in the back doesn't talk to anyone because she still has PTSD from living in a refugee camp in Turkey.  You wouldn't know that she saw people beheaded and got pulled out of a zoo by an American soldier in the middle of an attack when she lived in Iraq.  That she saw her dad beaten by a group of terrorists because he didn't believe in their ideals.  You have no idea that the family is homeless and share a one bedroom hotel room.  Once again, all you'll see is that she failed the reading test.
These are just two of the hundreds of very real students that I work with every year.  As their teacher, I have made an effort to learn their hopes, their dreams, their fears, what keeps them coming in or why they didn't come in yesterday.  I know that sometimes school is the last thing on their mind.  Yet they come and they sit in class.  We talk, we learn, we laugh, and we grow.  But our test scores don't match up to Wellesley, Weston, Wayland, Winchester, all those W towns who have money and resources, who may not have inner city problems.  The scores may never match.  But teaching isn't supposed to be about the scores.  It's supposed to be about growing, nurturing, expanding.  Judge us on the ability to get our students into school when their world is falling apart.  Tie our license to the hug that the first grader needs that morning because he came in crying that his mother said he was stupid.  Base our performance on the fact that despite everything these children face at home, they still come into school and try to work for us, because they know we care, and sometimes, all they need is someone to tell them that they matter in this world.  By tying our license to a score that reflects so little; of our world, of all our hard work, of the individual, you're closing the door to the care and love that these children so desperately want and need.  There are some things in life that just can't be judged in the short term, and the true impact of teaching is one of them.  Teaching is a long term job.  The effects may not be seen for years and cannot be seen in a test score.